Chapter 5

"Sister, it's better to live than to die. You should realize it. Besides, the Zhuo family is very rich. If you marry, you don't have to suffer with grandma in the countryside."

Song Zihan came over and pulled out Ziyan's broken hair in front of her forehead.

"You're wrong. I never feel bitter when I'm with grandma. On the contrary, it's called living like a year in the Song family here. If you're still my sister, if you still have human nature, please let me go."

Ziyan pretends to be a strong big eye and looks at the eldest sister who has been called for nearly 13 years.

"Mei, I know you have suffered a lot in this family, so now is the time you should enjoy. The Zhuo family is the richest man in Taiwan. If you marry in the past, you will never suffer hardship again. Moreover, if you marry in the past, you will be a young grandmother, and no one will bully you again. This is a good thing..."

Song Zihan tried to deceive the little sister. In the Song family, they learned only selfishness and never had the feeling of sisters.

"You go, I won't marry. I'll die again, and I won't let you do it."

Ziyan's eyes showed that she had died once, and she had no regrets that she could live a happy life for six years.

"Mei, why do you have to? Now Mommy is gone and no one will abuse you anymore. Don't be so unhappy."

Song Zihan held Ziyan's shoulder and tried to express his sister's feelings.

"You go, but please remember, you won't get what you want. You can marry my body to Zhuo's house."

Ziyan stood up, fiercely took the chopsticks on the table, grabbed them and inserted them into her throat.

"Sister, don't be so silly. If you really don't want to marry, you can go to your father. It turns out that the person the Zhuo family wants is the third sister. She told her father that you are still alive. She told her father to replace you."

Song Zihan, who had learned martial arts, held the chopsticks at the critical moment and told Ziyan the truth.

"You... Can't you think I'm dead?" Ziyan loosened her hand and knelt powerlessly on the ground.

"If you really died six years ago, maybe it wouldn't be your business. Who can't let you die."

Song Zihan sighed mercilessly, as if the person in front of him was not her sister at all.

"I'm dead. If it weren't for grandma, I'd be dead. Why can't you treat me as dead?"

Ziyan held her head, and those terrible and terrible memories squeezed in her brain, as if to tear her apart.

"Don't think about it. I'll call your father for you. Talk to your father."

Song Zihan stood up, thought about it, and took the food away with chopsticks.

"Nannan, can dad go in?"

Ziyan sat on the ground with her knees in her arms, as if she had gone back six years ago. Her body was shaking, but at this time, her father came in.

It's hypocritical to ask if the door can be opened.

"You don't have to come in. I won't marry. My last name was song six years ago."

Ziyan didn't lift her head, that is, she said coldly.

This is nominally her father's person. He doesn't even remember her name. If it wasn't song Laidi, I'm afraid he would even forget her.

"It's not that you say you don't have a surname of song. Legally, I'm still your guardian."

Song Qianshan closed the door, walked to Ziyan with a cold face and said fiercely.